Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts

Friday, January 25, 2013

FFS Friday!



In case you guys didn't hear, I have a dog in this year's Super Bowl hunt. The Niners made it in with a rookie QB, and a sick case of the runs. (Get it?)

So, I came across this video, some of you may have seen it already, but it's a Norwegian dude doing insane things with a football. Which is weird, because I didn't know football was big in Norwegia.

Trick shot videos are nothing new, but this guy is good. On the other hand, he's a kicker, and if you had to pick the least favorite position on a football team, it would be the kicker 99 times out of a hundred. Kickers are the guys that took their sister to prom. No kid wants to grow up to be Sebastian Janikowski or Scott Norwood. Is the Patriots kicker married to a supermodel? Didn't think so.

But. FFS, this guy is good.

Have a good weekend, y'all. Soop OUT.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

F is for Football, Fantasy, and F@#$.

Last Sunday, while waiting for the games to start, SooperPhrend and member of the Awesome Dads Club,  Daddy Doin' Work, posted this picture of his daughter on Facebook.

She's checking the spreads.
DDW commented that she was making some last minute changes to her fantasy football team, and seeing how I finally committed to seeing a fantasy league through to the bitter end this year, I got a chuckle out of it. Then DDW and I tossed around some ideas for her fantasy team. And that, folks, is how this great post began. I give to you:
FANTASY FOOTBALL FOR KIDS

Coach: 
I'M THE MAP!!!!!
The map from Dora. He knows all the routes, makes sure all the players know the routes, and repeats the routes SEVEN HUNDRED FUCKING TIMES. And he's always happy. It could be a front though. If a player didn't follow his directions, he could snap and go Woody Hayes on the players. 

Quarterback:
Duh.
Pretty boy looks, head full of golden lettuce, champ physique, and already a football player. Quintessential quarterback material. Plus, those polyester threads are off the chain, and apparently, defy time, because the updated Scooby Doo shows have him wearing similar horrible outfits. The only thing missing is chest hair, a gaudy gold chain and platforms.

Wide Receivers:
The league fined him for accessory violations.
Swiper the Fox - Hands. HANDS. This guy has sticky fingers. He always seems to show up when shit's going down also. Elusive, and apparently, invisible, because Dora can NEVER SEE THIS GUY. All the qualities you need for an elite receiver.

He could see the whole field with those peepers.
Big Bird - Because a 7 foot tall, bright yellow target would probably be the easiest thing to throw to, like ever. Duh.

Running Back:
Fucking Caillou.
There's always one player that you despise to draft, but you need him to fill a spot. Caillou may be the most hated children's character on the planet, but LOOK AT THAT NOGGIN. That kid could lower his head and run through any line. Plus the momentum he would have from throwing that bowling ball out in front of him would be a huge advantage. AND he won't have to worry about helmet hair. WHY DOESN'T THIS KID HAVE HAIR?!?!

Linebackers:
Dude needs to pluck.
Brobee from Yo Gabba Gabba - HUGE wingspan to knock thrown passes away. Low center of gravity, and MASSIVE SPIKES IN HIS HEAD. Forget concussions, opposing players are worried about impalement.

ugh.
Barney - I know I said Caillou was the most hated, but this guy at one time was the bane of every parent's existence. But he can tackle. Master of the wrap tackle, once he gets someone in his freakishly small arms, he doesn't let go, he just HUGS them into submission.

Secondary:
MAKE.IT.STOP.

Teletubbies - Two corners, two safeties, used to running rampant in open fields, and apparently on the same wavelength. Don't mind the fact that they are crazy, and keep yelling for toast and random objects, including a purse. The open field tackle dance/interception dance would be AWESOME, but I wonder what video would play on their stomachs.

There you have it, Fantasy Football made for kids. Meh, at least the refs would be better. 

Monday, July 9, 2012

MANday Music Selection


Granted, I'm a little late on this one, and the song and accompanying meme and phrase have run their course, and seem to be more irritating than clever, but I'll make an exception.

Bros, I'm looking squarely at you. If you don't have a tween daughter, or an underage girlfriend with an affinity for bubble gum pop, you may not have heard Carly Rae Jepsen's song "Call Me Maybe". If you HAVE heard it, I can guarantee with about 80% certainty that you have heard it a minimum of 5000 times. Now, I'm fine with this video, because, honestly, Carly Rae isn't hard on the eyes. (ed. note: This is a personal opinion, and does not reflect on anyone affiliated with this blog.....namely, my wife.)


Damn you, Canada.
So, I was shocked to find out someone has outdone Carly Rae. Someone has finally made a video that markets this song to the exact opposite demographic it was targeted to. Hardcore, testosterone laden, beer swilling, carnivorous, Ron Swanson idolizing men, like you and me. 



How can they possibly do such a thing? - you ask. Allow me to introduce the Miami Dolphins cheerleaders singing "Call Me Maybe" (ed. note - Sorry Jets fans, but....yeah, not really)




Suddenly, my opinions about this song have changed. For all the bad press Florida has been getting lately, I'm sure this is a little welcome ray of sunshine. AND, the Dolphins PR team knows what they're doing, because the comments for this video have been disabled. Well played, Miami.